I don't own the night world. though I wish i did. THAT WOULD BE SO COOL.
I STARED AT MY BLOODY HANDS IN FRONT OF ME.
Crap, I thought, I did it again. Normally I can control myself. But tonight, I was super hungry so, I got up went down the old wooden staircase of my three hundred year old house, went to the kitchen and grabbed one of the bloodiest and juiciest steaks I could get my hands on.
I like eating raw steaks. I always have. I don't know why. My doctor says it's fine. I also find other people's veins interesting.
I know.
Creepy.
I also can make people do whatever I want.
I know.
Cool.
I have awesome reflexes, super hearing, eyesight and smell. I am really fast and really strong.
Oh God. I sound like a vampire.
But those things aren't real. Right?
I cleaned up my mess and went upstairs to my room and went straight back to bed.
In the morning I woke up earlier than usual despite my late night. I got out of bed and changed into a pair of black jeans, a grey tank top and a blue hoody. As I went down stairs, I caught my reflection in a mirror. My auburn hair fell down my shoulder in wispy waves and framed my pale face. My dark green eyes, that reminded me of a tarnished emerald, were framed by dark, heavy lashes. I smiled at myself in the mirror and froze.
I forgot to brush my teeth so there was a smudge of blood on my tooth. I thought about that yummy steak I had as a midnight snack.
"Mmmm," I said to myself and went into the kitchen. My mother was there looking at me sternly. Uh oh.
"Kira, you ate the steak. I was going to use it to make supper for you." She scolded.
"I was hungry." Like that could fix everything.
"Kira, you have to stop eating raw steaks. It's bad for your health."
"I've been eating raw steaks for sixteen years. It hasn't killed me yet." I said to her. So drop it and leave it alone, I mentally added.
"Fine," she sighed, "Go to school."
At school, my friend Tansy jumped me.
"Guess what? There is a totally hot new guy and his name is Caleb Redfern." She squealed in my ear. "Isn't that name so totally hot?"
"I don't know." I said.
Tansy is a short petite blond with blue eyes and an obsession with boys.
"You have to see him. And I mean have to!"
"Why?" I asked. The bell rang. Yes! I though. Saved by the bell.
"I'll show him to you at lunch." She said prancing away.
When I went to my homeroom and there he was. The new guy.
He stood by the teacher's desk. He was tall, tan, lean and drop dead gorgeous. He had blond-ish brown hair that was spike. When he glanced my way I took note of his entrancing violet-blue eyes. Then I realised I was staring. I blushed and ducked my head and made my way to my seat.
All through homeroom I couldn't help but think about those eyes.
I FELT ANOTHER PRESENSE ENTER THE ROOM ON THE EDGE OF MY MIND.
I glanced up from the teacher and saw the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Even more beautiful than my Lilith. Which is really hard to beat.
She had auburn hair that reminded me of a candle flame. Her dark green eyes held mine for a fraction of a second before she looked away. As she walked away I noticed the way she walked.
She walked like us.
Vampires.
She had a lanky elegance to her and walked away with the prowling grace of a predator stalking its prey.
As I sat down, I tried to probe her mind to see if she was a part of the Night World, since she didn't have a flower. All I got was a jumble of thoughts. One of them was odd.
Crap. I hope I don't have blood in my teeth, she thought. How odd.
Maybe she is a vampire. She could be illegal. Or a half-breed like Jez Redfern, one of the Wild Powers.
I might have to ask Jez about that next time I see her and the rest of Circle Daybreak.
The thought of Circle Daybreak brought a thought of Lilith Herron.
My soulmate. She is human. That's the only reason I joined Circle Daybreak.
She has clear, crystal blue eyes and light reddish-blond silky hair that I love to run my fingers through. I love her more than anything.
I gave the silver cord a tug just to make sure she was there. She was.
AFTER HOMEROOM I WENT TO MY FISRT CLASS. AMERICAN HISTORY.
A kid was in my way in the hallway and wouldn't move when I asked.
"Move." I said. He didn't hear. Move, I said with my mind. He did. I walked into the class and sat down in the back and waited for class to start.
MOVE. A VOICE SAID IN MY MIND.
It wasn't mine. Up ahead, I saw the girl from earlier standing impatiently behind a boy who had a cocky demeanor. The voice came from her.
What is she? I thought.
Hoped you liked it. This is my first story so please review and give me feedback:)
I just want to let you know that I think Jeremy Lovett is a creep who needed help.